I never imagined my relaxing hotel shower would turn into a moment straight out of a thriller. But that’s exactly what happened.
I was rinsing my hair, letting the hot water ease the tension from my shoulders, when a strange sensation crept up my spine — the unmistakable feeling of being watched. The bathroom was empty, but my instincts screamed otherwise.
I turned off the water. Silence.
Then — footsteps.
My pulse pounded in my ears. Gripping the towel tightly, I cracked open the bathroom door. My clothes were crumpled on the floor. And then came a voice, muffled but too cheerful to feel natural:
“Housekeeping!”
Except… I hadn’t requested service. And I had definitely hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign. Twice.
Something was wrong.
I glanced around the room. No one in sight. But then my eyes locked on the closet door — slightly ajar. My stomach twisted.Read More Below
